Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Good. Tell me what you need.”
Her blue eyes open, and she smiles down at me. “I’ve got this.” She lifts up on her knees and slams back down. I reach out and grip her hips, helping her with her next round, and we set a steady pace. I’m doing everything I can to hold off my release.
“Spencer, don’t stop. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She bounces on my cock like she’s been there before. Like she owns it, and I guess she does.
I’m barely holding on. My hands fall from her hips, but she’s not a fan of that. “No.” She continues to ride me. “I need your hands. Grip me, Spencer.”
I put my hands back on her hips, and lift her, pulling her down a little faster. A little harder. “I’m about to come,” I tell her. “I need you there. I’m not coming before you do.”
“So close,” she pants.
This time when I bring her back down, I raise my hips, and she screams out my name. Her pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, and it’s game over. I release everything I have inside her while she pulses around me. Her fingers dig into the skin of my chest, but I welcome the pain from her nails. It reminds me that this is real. That I just made love to her, and it was the best sex of my life, hands down.
“You were made for me,” I tell her as she falls forward, resting her head on my chest while my cock is still buried inside her.
“Maybe I was,” she mumbles.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Too tired.”
I kiss the top of her head and gently move her to lie next to me on the bed.
“I need to take care of the condom, and I’ll be back.”
“Hurry, I might miss you,” she garbles sleepily.
“That’s the sex high talking,” I tease. She mumbles a reply, but I don’t make out what she says. Rushing to the bathroom, I take care of the condom and clean up. I’m walking out to hit the light when I see that Charlotte is still in the same spot, her hand over her eyes. Reaching into the cabinet, I wet a washcloth with warm water and turn off the light. When I reach her, I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Charlie, let me help you get cleaned up.”
“Too tired,” she whines, making me chuckle.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” She slowly does as I ask, and I clean her up as best as I can before tossing the washcloth into the basket, turning off the bedside lamp, and sliding into the bed beside her. I pull her into my arms, and she snuggles into me.
“Worth the wait, Spence,” she mumbles, and my chest shakes with silent laughter.
I kiss the top of her head and fall asleep with my heart full of love for this woman and a smile on my face. Not because I was finally inside her but because she makes me happy.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Charlotte
I didn’t tell him. I know it was wrong, and I was at his place the entire weekend. We were wrapped up in this romantic bubble, and it couldn’t have been more perfect. I didn’t want to ruin it. I don’t know how he’s going to react. What if he ends things? Sure, that might be extreme, but I don’t know how things are going to go, and if that’s the ending for us, I wanted our weekend. I wanted to stay in that bubble of love we had created. We haven’t said the words yet, but I love him.
I love him more today than I did yesterday, and I know for certain I’ll love him more tomorrow. I needed it this weekend. I wanted those memories to hold on to just in case my omission tears us apart. The worst thing is, I’m overthinking this. I know I am. It’s what I do, but that fear lingers inside me anyway. He only wants the best for me, and me getting the equivalent of a promotion is an incredible thing, but still, I also don’t want to offend him.
What if he thinks I’m leaving because of him? Or because I don’t like his company? I sigh, annoyed because I keep talking myself around in circles, and I know the only way to deal with this is by being honest. It’s what I want from our relationship, and I need to make it right.
That’s why it’s Monday morning, and I’m walking into Dr. Phillips's office to hand him one of the two resignation letters I just printed. I should have told Spencer before him, but I know Spencer has a full day of meetings, so the chance of Dr. Phillips talking to him before I can tonight when we get home—well, to his place—is slim.
“Knock, knock,” I say, doing the act on the door frame at the same time.